Girl: Am I pretty?
Boy: NO.
Girl: Do you want to be with me forever?
Boy: NO.
Girl: Would you cry if I walked away?
Boy: NO.
She heard enough, and was hurt. She walked away, tears ran down her face. The boy grabbed her arm,
Boy: You’re not pretty, you’re beautiful. I don’t want to be with you forever, I NEED to be with you forever. And I wouldn’t cry if you walked away, I would die.
(Boy whispers): Please? Stay with me.
(Girl whispers): I will.
